This is where personal dreams and public legacy collide. Ava and Julian are offered the world… but only if they compromise their truth. And just when everything feels like it might be taken again — Julian changes the story himself, with a proposal that's far from picture-perfect… but completely, intimately real.
📖 Chapter 27 – Rewrite the Ending
POV: Ava & Julian .
Themes: Integrity vs. success, artistic control, raw proposal, redefining happily ever after
PART 1: THE NETFLIX MEETING (POV: Ava)
We flew to LA two days later. A black car. A waiting room with too-white walls. Cold sparkling water. Polished smiles.
The Netflix exec leaned forward, pressing her palms together.
> "Your story is explosive. Complicated. People will watch it. But we'll need to make a few adjustments for broader appeal."
Julian's jaw ticked.
"What kind of adjustments?"
She smiled like it was a favor.
"Well, for example — the age you met. Maybe you were both college-aged. And instead of step-siblings, perhaps you were just childhood family friends. The step label makes things messy."
Messy.
Not real. Not honest. Not ours.
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AVA'S RESPONSE
I sat forward, spine straight.
"Let me be clear. The mess is the story. The shame, the risk, the way we bled to survive it — that's the truth. If you take that out, you're not adapting our lives. You're adapting your comfort."
The room fell into thick silence.
Julian reached for my hand.
"We didn't survive hell just to watch Hollywood bleach it."
The exec's face was unreadable.
"You're turning down seven figures?"
Julian looked at me. I nodded.
And he said it:
> "We're turning down silence."
PART 2: THE PROPOSAL (POV: Julian)
We walked out of the office into bright, reckless sun.
Ava ripped off her heels, barefoot on LA pavement.
"God, that felt good," she said, laughing — wild and raw and free.
I looked at her — wind in her hair, cheeks flushed, eyes storming.
And I thought:
> There's nothing the world could give me that's worth more than this woman standing beside me.
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I didn't have a ring. Didn't have a speech.
But I had every scar she gave me — and every breath I'd fought for just to stay in her orbit.
So I dropped to one knee.
Right there. On Sunset Boulevard.
THE MOMENT
People stopped. Cars slowed. None of it mattered.
"Ava Monroe."
She froze. Hands pressed to her lips.
"I don't want a storybook ending. I want our ending. The bruised, bold, unapologetic kind."
I pulled out the one thing I had — the pressed boarding pass from the first time we flew to New York together. I'd kept it in my wallet for years.
"Marry me," I said.
"Let's write the rest without edits."
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AVA'S ANSWER (POV: Ava)
I dropped to my knees too.
Because this wasn't about hierarchy.
This wasn't about him asking and me accepting.
This was about us choosing.
Together.
"Yes," I whispered.
Then louder.
"YES!"
We kissed in the street while people clapped and horns blared and the whole world blurred.
> And for the first time since our secret broke — we weren't hiding.
We were celebrating.
🔥 Chapter 27 Ends With:
Back in the hotel, Julian wraps his arms around Ava from behind as they look out over the city.
"We said no to Netflix," she murmurs.
"We said yes to forever," he answers.
A soft knock at the door interrupts them.
A man in a suit holds out a card:
> "I'm with an independent production house. We don't want to rewrite your story. We want to tell it exactly as you lived it. Raw, real, and beautifully f**ked up."
Ava turns to Julian.
"We might have just found the right platform."